02-17-2023, 08:39 PM
we must away, ere break of day
"Her boyfriend died." came the growl from the knight. It was a seething, angered noise driven by the feeling of betrayal he felt. He halted by the chair next to her, unusually sober. Gawain tilted his head expectingly, not trying to challenge either of them.
/low muse
/low muse
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